Xiang Yu struggled, his movements fierce. He didn't know what this man ate today making him this brazen. He hadn't laid eyes on Han Xin for a few days and this ugly bastard had turned manic. He finally wrenched himself free, his voice rising in anger. "What the hell are you doing? … What? Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Han Xin's aura was overpowering, his presence almost suffocating. It was just as overbearing as the moment they first met. "Is this what you do?" he asked, his voice low and accusing. "Write letters to men while peeping on others? Why are you so frivolous?"
Xiang Yu, "…" Who was this asshole calling a peeping tom? He was not going to allow that pot to fall over his head. He was not a pervert. Xiang Yu was about to defend himself when he recalled who he was disguised as. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing. This was what he wanted, to ruin Peng Xiu's reputation and scar this man for life.
